…
,
she found some 80’s Girl
(legwarmered, miniskirted, Aqua-netted)
part of herself
she’d put high
on a
cassette tape
shelf.
Watch out,
she’s got the look, and she’s ’bout
to get away
in her little red corvette
to the tune of a furious
mourning love
and the murmur
of crying doves.
..
I like this! And I’m still sad and shocked. (I also wrote a Prince-themed poem yesterday, but comprised of some of his song titles)